Rat splat

My flatmate bought a new rat, name is Djet. He is a cute little velvety thing, smaller than my palm which is already quite small. Oh, how vulnerable is he, always gets bullied by Cheesecake, my pet rat, a pretty female fertile thing. (having said that, how little does Cheesecake know, one day she'll get bullied by him instead......muhaha)

So we took them out to the park and walked them. Well, we let them run loose, bumping and hopping over each other. I accidently stepped on Djet. Poor thing...when I lifted my foot, the poor kid was sprawled over on his side, teary eyed, bloody nosed and mangled left foot. Oh dear, in distress he tried to hide in my shadow, but later ran away as far as his little legs can carry. It was heart breaking.

Later the vet tried to cajole us into comfort. He had a pet mouse when he was a little boy, which was sat upon by him. Well, the vet just forgot that his mouse was in his backpocket. Splat, instant death.

So, never never step or sit on a rat.

P.s., Djet is happy and alive, just temporarily 3-legged.